Just about 10 minutes ago, I was extremely hyper for some reason. Anyways, i didnt think before leaping onto my bed. This would be generally okay if not for two things. First of all, my bed is old, creaky, and breaking. Secondly, i am fat as hell. So if you cant piece together what happened, I just come out with it.
A part of my bed broke off. I don’t know what to do. I tried fixing it myself but two of the nails are bent and I cant put it back right. While this was happening, my little sister decided to be a little ***** and keep walking in my room even after I told her not fo multiple times to take videos, which, knowing her, will be used to embarrass me in front of people when I’m finally comfortable around them. She’s also sent them to my mother.
I just texted my mom telling her that paet of my bed broke and I need her help when she gets home from work. I’m scared, though. She already blames me for everything that goes weonf in her life and will no doubt shove this in my face just to remind me how useless I am. She’s going to be so pissed when she gets home.
I’m freaking out inside and pissed at everything because fuck teenage horomones and my fucked up brain.
I’m sitting here curled up in a ball in the corner with Hollywood Undead blasting in my headphones because it does wonders in calming me down.
Why do I have to be such a fuck up? I never get anything right. I can’t even be around people because I’m so terrified of what will happen, yet the same thing happens at home. My sisters are always yelling at me for trying to get attention and trying to get people to feel sorry for me. My mother is constantly telling me how hard it is for people to be around me and how I always make people sad and angry just by being around them. And she’s right! I can hear them having a good time, so I try to join in. When I do, everything gets awkward and nothing goes right.
Why did I have to be born? Life would be so much better for everyone.